Munknapped

Life

“But, Dave! That car was practically begging me to ride it!” Alvin exclaimed after Dave told him he was in big trouble.

“You could have gotten hurt Alvin. Now I told you not to set one paw in that thing and you disobeyed me.” Dave replied to his son. “I’m gonna have to ground you.” he shook his head in disappointment.

Alvin looked up at him in confusion, his brown eyes questioning. Over on the couch, Theodore had the same look but Simon sighed with knowlage, slumping his shoulders. He pinched his nose underneath his glasses and muttered, “why do I let him get in trouble like this?”

“What?” Alvin stiffened, coming up with his own conclusion, “Your gonna put me in the ground?!” he backed away.

Now it was his dads turn to look confused, “What?-”

Alvin held up his hands in front of him, stepping back a few steps, “Now Dave, I know I’ve caused you a bit of trouble over the past few years, but we don’t need to go to the extreme now do we? He he, Dad?” Theodore looked a little scared while Simon just rolled his eyes.

“Alvin.” The oldest brother said jumping on the coffee table were his younger brother was, “being grounded doesn’t mean Dave is going to kill you.” he whipped off some left over dust still clinging to the shoulder of Alvin’s red sweater from the rubble, remaining evidence from the car Alvin totaled.

Ian, their co-director, he given them a toy car for their  birthdays, a cherry red 1970 corvett. It was just supposed to be an  experiment to see if Dave would actually let them have it.

He didn't.

“It just means basically all your allowed to do for a week is, wake up, go to school, come home, do your homework, do your chores and then go to bed. Unless you want to read a book.” Through Simons explanation of the word ‘grounded’, Alvins face grew more and more incredulous that that was what his father was actually going to do to punish him. No being grounded had to mean something else, Dave wouldn't subject him to that. He'd die of boredom.

“Thank you Simon,” Dave said holding his finger up to him in appreciation, “excellent way to put it.”

Alvin looked from his brother to Dave in surprise that Simon actually had it right. “What? But Dad that sounds so… so…”

“Boring?” Theodore tried, coming up to stand next to Simon.

Alvin looked over to his youngest brother and nodded, “I would say boring, but this time Theo, boring just doesn’t quite cover it.” He turned back to his father, he had some major kissing up to do, he got down on his knees and begged.

“Dave, can’t you just put me in the corner like you usually do? Or make me write 50 lines?” he hoped.

Once, Dave took away his video games for a day, and Alvin almost had a heart attack, he didn’t know if he could handle an entire week.

“Look Alvin, I’m sorry, I don’t like punishing you.” Dave put his hands to his chest, “I really don’t, but I’ve tried being lenient with you and it isn’t working. So now your grounded. For a week, no video games, and no friends over.” He looked at his watch, “Im going to be late.” He mumbled to himself before looking back at Alvin, “Unless your spending quality time with your brothers or the chipette’s, or we’re at a consert, your not allowed to do anything besides homework and chores for a week. Unless your reading a book.”

“But Dave!” Alvin knew that he diserved disapline, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think being grounded for a week was a suitable punishment for what he did. He was only playing with the minni car the Uncle Ian had given them as a gift. Ian had spent over a thousand dollars on the car to have it specially made for the chipmonks. He was just enjoying it.